Don’t piss off a momma bluebird. She will not be happy. Hattie and I did just that this morning. We didn’t mean to. Actually, I took pains to try not to. (I am very good at trying not to piss off anyone. Just an aside, but I tiptoed around the mercurial moods of my former spouse for 34 years, so I have had a lot of practice.)
Anyway, I found one of the baby bluebirds from the nest box on my fence. He had made a grand escape. I am sure he was thinking, “Dang! Now what have I done?” I took a few photos, and kept Hattie in.
Several hours later, I looked out to see no baby, so I released my puppy, who promptly found Baby Bluebird huddled tightly in the corner of the step.
Game on! She snatched up the baby, and ran a merry chase with me yelling, “Leave it!” and her not leaving it. Momma Bluebird began chattering and dive-bombing us! There were several drops and snatch-and-runs around the yard. Picture it. It was a YouTube moment without a videographer. Finally, I caught Hattie by the collar, and got her in the house.
Momma Bluebird continued her fly-bys. Baby, unhurt, but no doubt permanently traumatized, huddled once again by a step.
Now woman and dog were both confined to quarters, while the birds recovered, regrouped, and went into rescue and return-to-nest mode. I took the time for several serious Leave it Lessons, and somehow Baby got back to the nest.
I expect it won’t be too many days before all the babies fly away. I feel certain these premises won’t get a glowing recommendation. Too bad. We’re really nice, and Hattie’s a much better citizen now that she knows “Leave it” means “Stop and drop it,” too.